Sis tonight when it came up you must be 21 to drink: "but you're not THAT old mom. You're still young and pretty." At her guess, she said I'm 17.

Trying to avoid a nap Sis asked me, "Can't you see I'm pure sad?"

And asking for her favorite dinner: corn on the dog (aka corn dog, not to be confused with corn on the cob)

Sis's Rudolph: "...then how the reindeer loved him, as they shouted with gleam..."